Rey locks her knees over Ben's hips and watches his face as he lifts her easily into his arms, burying the fingers of one hand into his thick hair as he carries her through the ship. Her lips part in an easy smile and she curls an arm around his shoulders.

"The last one on the left," she murmurs without looking away from him. She isn't sure she could even if she tried, and she tightens her thighs around him as they move. "It's the quietest."